Jeremias 17-5 Novels & Stories

“This is the time you're supposed to support and agree with me, Ash. Not making me down.” “But it won't work. It's really an absurd idea dating someone who abandoned you.” His hand gently squeezes my knee. “I'm not gonna change my mind. But just tell me to go ahead, Ash. I want to hear it from you as well. Please.” “But—” Before I can respond, the heavy thud of boots descends the staircase. Jeremías emerges from upstairs, dressed in a black short sleeve top and matching cargo pants. He looks like an apex predator, going to hunt for his next victim, his movements fluid and composed.

However, the safety of Emma won out as he stopped in his tracks and sent out his senses, finding the growing anger and hatred within the town. He refocuses on the males around him and says, “We must return.” Without any more of explanation, Jeremiah turns them around and heads back to the town. As they get closer, Jeremiah stops once more, turning to the males behind him and asks, “Who are you loyal to?” They all look at him, confused. Jeremiah hisses and repeats, “Who are you loyal to?” The undeclared leader of the group, Jonathan, steps forward and says. “We are loyal to you, your Highness…”

“I haven’t cried since I was twelve.” He didn’t joke. Just sat still. “That’s not a flex.” “I wasn’t trying to brag.” “Sometimes strength isn’t not crying,” he said. “Sometimes it’s knowing when to let yourself fall apart.” Natasha looked at him, unsettled by how much that hit. He just sipped his drink. She turned to the window. “Your turn.” “My real name’s not Jeremy.” “What?” “It’s Jeromias. But people butcher it, so... Jeremy is stuck.”

Jemi continued without looking up, face down to her jotter wondering what the daughter of Satan was up to. "I wan' a vodka" Emma groaned close to her face. OK, she reeked of alcohol. Jemi dropped her jotter." are you drunk?" "Nope, do I sound drunk," Jemi drag her hand down her face chuckling "no...let me take you home" She looked at the clock at 8:05. And guess who was drunk. Untying her apron she got out of the counter grabbing Emma. The boss giving them a very confusing stare this time had Jemi saying "I know her"

Word had spread like wildfire across campus about the surprise friendly match between WSU and State University, and the bleachers were roaring with energy under the bright 2:00 PM sun. I sat in the front row of the lower bleachers right near the home team tunnel, wrapped tightly in Jeremy’s oversized #12 home jersey. Down on the turf, Jeremy was completely untouchable. Every pass he threw was crisp, lethal, and effortless. Noah was tearing up the field alongside him, shutting down State’s defensive line with brutal efficiency. Even though it was technically just an exhibition match, Jeremy played like a man possessed, driving the offense down the field to secure a blowout victory for WSU.

She wiped away the intricate play diagrams until her shoulder ached, desperately trying to focus on anything other than her ruined reputation. Jeremiah walked into the small office. He was freshly showered, his dark hair still slightly damp and curling at the ends. He wore a plain, fitted grey t-shirt, a simple silver chain resting heavily against his collarbone. He quietly reached back and locked the wooden door behind him with a soft, metallic click. "You rewired them out there, you know," Jeremiah said softly, breaking the tense silence. "Miller didn't look down at the puck once during that last breakout drill. He just naturally trusted the ice. That’s your genius at work."

The two of them originally had the upper hand, but it was now clear that Jerome was the one standing at the top. At that moment, the screen showed the remaining candidates left in each team. Juno - 9,000 Sage - 9,200 Polaris - 4,300 Remy - 5,200 Jerome - 5,000 Zack - 13,000 According to the data, Zack, who remained in hiding the entire time, had the largest number of men left, and the odds of him winning the showdown increased. Polaris and Remy were originally planning to take Jerome out, but their plan backfired and both their forces' morale was damaged. To make matters worse, the remaining candidates in Polaris and Remy's team would encounter each other soon, while Jerome's remaining five

"I'm his girlfriend." Mariano's glare at me seemed to harden. Double fucking fuck. "Emilio," Mariano said, "Lock Isabelle in my room, please." What the ever loving fuck? Jace's grin seemed to widen. "All along I've been looking for one weakness in Mariano Rivera and here it is, right in front of me." Mariano growled, grabbed Jace's throat and slammed him against a wall. I ran to his room. Literally.

He wasn't going to let that old geezer insult Serena. Jeremiah didn't even bother to pay proper attention to Cassian's attack. In his eyes, Cassian was merely a useless loser throwing a tantrum. He made no attempt to dodge the attack. On the contrary, he lifted his hand to grab Cassian's fist. "I should've killed you from the start. To think you'd deliver yourself up to me on a silver platter instead. What a foolish—" Jeremiah abruptly stopped talking, his expression stiffening. Before he could even retract his hand, he was sent flying through the air, crashing against a pillar before collapsing to the floor.

Jeremy drawled, stepping towards him, "Didn't you think you had it in you? The integrity of a knight, do you think you could play the palace game like this?" Jared surged to his feet immediately he saw Jeremy, his muscles coiled and pain in his body from self injury, "You--" Jeremy quickly held up a hand, mockingly and casual, "Relax brother, I'm not here to judge you, just enjoying the moonlight view, and your torment enjoyable to see." He tilted his head, "Quite a mess you've made." Jeremy said and Jared's heart heaved, his fists clenched so tightly, Does Jeremy know about this already?